| EXILED |
I pass the stranger
On the street.
He wears a gray coat
The color of the sky.
The light is gone,
Exiled for the day.
The world is changing.
The stranger speaks
In a foreign tongue.
His sickness not
Long for asylum.
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| TOO LATE |
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Living for the moment
As darkness swallows the stars.
It is almost too late
As the light fades.
Forests ignite and the woman
You love turns to salt.
She finds a nest inside your
Wounded heart, which turns
Snow-cold and pulse free.
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| LUIS CUAUHTÉMOC BERRIOZÁBAL |
